Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
Ol' back street roads, where you taking me
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
When the mother-fuckin' sun goes down, street lights illuminate
Death toll accumulate
Underneath the bullets that would ricochet, my mind get to calculate
I was a hundred dollars shy of a bill that was due today
Probably gon' get fired, yesterday I was an hour late
Spent an hour trying to explain, but they can't relate
When I'm just trying to fucking provide nigga, for Heaven's sake
Never asked a nigga for shit, and that's safe to say
See I got goals,
And as long as I got goals to chase I
Could give two fucks about they place today
Now I'm on the porch like a villain how a nigga chill
Hit the the town, catch a splinter when I grip the wheel
Porsche 911 feelin' like I'm Bobby Phills
My mama probably somewhere praying that a make a mil'
Lord willing, I be feelin' like someday I wouldn't see these [?]
Make 'em feel it
That's what Cole told me, it's no limit
Like that Percy Miller Hornets jersey, it's no limit
And baby girl I really hope you heard it
Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
Ol' back street roads, where you taking me
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
When my motherfuckin' Chevy came down
Damn, flatline [?]
Sweatin' on my leather, so I'm beaming [?]
And gotta' handle my business fast, twelve creepin' for no reason
Please believe it
I'm thinking about the shit that never stops
I'm boomin' but I'm fuming, [?]
[?] a nigga just wanna chief some Purp'
[?] and eat dessert
I was unemployed, had to make it shake
Like speakers bumpin' Miami bass, get up and grind, find a play
Shit
I'm far from perfect,
But I'm filthy rich, birthed on some fish n' grits
I'm full like a can of slicks
The oven hot, I grabbed the oven mits, cranked the knob to '96
Bumpin' somethin' southern biatch!
The oven hot, I grabbed the oven mits, cranked the knob to '96
Bumpin' somethin' southern biatch!
Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
Ol' back street roads, where you taking me
Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be
Even when the love is gone, I can't leave
But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
As I walk through valley
Lord, free my mind
As I walk through the valley
Lord, free my soul
For I don't know which way to go
Lost my way through these back street roads
Ol' country road, take me home, to a place that a belong
'Cause ain't no place quite like home
I still got love where the love is gone
Ol' country road, take me home, to a place that a belong
'Cause ain't no place quite like home
I still got love where the love is gone